AUTHORS NOTE: Just for fun, not profit. JK owns all. This fic is very dark at times and is not for the faint of heart. If you're looking for a fluffy happy go lucky fic, this isn't the one for you. Our characters must go through quite a bit of angst and dark times to come out the other side. This fic will feature mentions and scenes of rape, mental and physical abuse, sexual situations, gore, mental health disorders, and eating disorders, which may be a trigger for some people, with that in mind if you are sensitive to any of those subjects please do not continue on. This work will be a long one, I have many chapters planned and a sequel planned as well. This is my first HP verse fic, and my first long fic, bearing that in mind all errors are my fault and should be expected. Constructive criticism welcome. Enjoy!

01

IT HAS BEEN mere months since Voldemort's reign of the wizarding world had begun. But already for those unfortunate enough to have anything less than glorious pure blood running through their veins, or those that have been written off as filthy blood traitors, it feels although it has been an eternity already. Days blur into weeks, weeks into months. Wizarding London, and surrounding areas have lost what lustrous charm it once held. Under Voldemort's regime muggle-born witches and wizards alike are treated like mere cattle, slaves if you will. Death eaters are his knights in gleaming black robes, darker then the abyss.

Draco Malfoy absolutely abhorred the rain, he utterly detested the wet, cold, dreary days that was a direct result of it.

He rounded the corner from The Leaky Cauldron and stormed down Diagon Alley, heavy black robes billowing behind him. Shivering despite having cast a nonverbal warming charm.

Draco swore aloud. He shouldn't have even been out in this mess of weather, in fact he had planned on being curled up in front of a roaring fire in his favorite arm chair, a tumbler of fire whiskey in one hand and a good book in the other.

But no, fucking Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott had to drag him to The Leaky Caldron after being dismissed from their latest inner circle meeting that evening with promises of fire whiskey, and distractions.

"Fucking Wankers."

Draco narrowed his eyes and swore again as he proceeded down the cobblestone road, up ahead the street lamps were all burnt out just before Gringotts.

"Everything's shot to hell. Fucking Ministry infrastructure workers, who do you have to Imperio around here to get a decent spot of work done!"

Through the oily darkness set before him he could still make out the telltale shapes of two dark figures sporting pitch black robes that matched his exactly. Well pretty well, he of course had gotten his robes custom tailored and casted upon by Madame Bougerie at her shop in Paris as soon as he had received them upon being initiated into the Dark Lords inner circle months ago.

As Draco approached the pair he rolled his eyes in disgust. The realization of just who and what the two were doing becoming clear.

"Rookwood! Greyback! Weren't you two taught you ought not to play with your food." The two men were a jumble of robes with a filthy crying girl on the ground between them.

"Oi Malfoy we was just-" Rookwood began. The tall blonde raised a hand to silence him "I don't much care what you thought you two cretins were doing but I do know the Dark Lord certainly would be wondering as to why the two moronic bastards he had posted in Diagon Alley for night watch to check papers were preoccupied with some filthy mud-blood then to be following his direct orders."

"Please." The curly haired brunette between them was sobbing profusely, she grabbed for Draco's trousers as he approached the trio. Something almost akin to recognition flitted in his eyes for a mere moment as they locked eyes.

Draco's features moulded into his signature scowl and his stomach rolled, he yanked his leg away. Silencing the distraught and bleeding girl with a non-verbal Avada.

She slumped to the ground in a heap. "Oh, common Malfoy you gotta ruin our fun like that we was just getting started!" Rookwood protested.

"You dare question my actions? Think of it as a personal favor from me to you boys! Getting rid of your filthy little distraction so you could return to your post the Dark Lord assigned you."

Greyback licked his lips and rubbed his hands together kneeling down closer to the still warm corpse as Rookwood stood up and zipped up his trousers, righting his robe as he faced Draco.

"N-no of course not Malfoy."

"I do sincerely hope at least one of you can manage to keep your dick in your trousers for the evening. I would be greatly displeased if I had to return here again on my evening off, I would hate to have to let it slip to the Dark Lord just what you were up to on shift this evening." The blonde chastised.

Rookwood bowed his head not looking at his superior directly "Of course." Draco smirked, folding his hands in front of him. An unseen force slammed the bigger man against the stone wall of the bank.

Rookwood grabbed and clawed at his neck gasping for air.

"What was that?" the blonde questioned.

"Smummm!" he gurgled.

Draco rolled his eyes and the death eater slumped to the sidewalk in a heap. "O-of c-c-c-course, Malfoy sir."

Draco sucked his tongue behind his teeth and gave Augustus a wicked grin, evil glinting in his eyes.

"Now that's how you properly address me Rookwood!"

He spun on his heel and strolled past the pair when he stopped and turned.

"Oh, and Greyback do keep the snacking to your own time."

The werewolf glanced up from the body in front of him, blood dripping down his chin, grinning mouth falling into a scowl as the bloody mass in front of him vanished as Draco turned on the spot and vanished with a CRACK.

Draco arrived in the grand foyer of Malfoy Manor, an elf appearing with a POP.

"Mipsy is happy to be a seein' Master Malfoy."

The elf followed him, ears bobbing as Draco made his way up the grand staircase towards the East wing.

"Is Master Malfoy be wanting supper? Mipsy can be sending a tray of his favourites to the library, Mistress Malfoy always has his favorites in the kitchens."

"No Mipsy, I'll actually be retiring to my room at this hour."

"Mipsy can be sending tea and scones so Mister Malfoy ca-"

Draco held up a hand to silence the elf, she grabbed her ears, wringing them between her fingers and disappeared with a POP. He turned the crystal knob and entered his room, discarding his robes in a heap on the floor, and unbuttoning his pressed back dress shirt as he strode to his desk.

A fire roared to life in the fireplace as he hung his shirt over the desk chair. He ran a hand over his face and through his slicked back hair as he sighed and cast a non-verbal alohamora and placed a hand on the front of the drawer, it glowed red. He then grabbed a hold of the handle, sliding the desk drawer open and grabbing something from inside.

He strode over to the armchair nearest the fire, slumping down in it and reaching for the decanter and glass on the side table beside it. Pouring a generous amount of the amber liquid inside into a tumbler he held. Draco took long swallows of the liquid draining the glass and re-pouring another substantial amount before sighing and settling back into the chair.

He took another swallow and placed the glass upon the side table. Reveling in how the liquor burned his throat and warmed him from the inside out, he was always so cold these days.

Draco thumbed the long slender piece of vine wood as it rolled from one palm to the other, he brought it up to scrutinize as the light from the fire illuminated the large room. Reflecting off the shiny handle, worn slick from use as well as his slim, shirtless form.

He smiled as he considered the wand. Dragon heartstring deep in its core. The twin core residing in the elm wand currently across the room in his robes haphazardly thrown on the floor.

He grabbed the glass of liquor off the table, downing it and slamming it upon the table as he rose and strode across the room throwing the wand back in the drawer and slamming it shut, the desk glowed red as the drawer was instantly re-warded.

Grabbing a hold of the desk he stood there seething with anger, taking deep shuddering breaths to calm himself.

After a moment, he stomped across the room kicking off his polished black shoes as he went, and unbuttoned his trousers, now slung low on his hips showing off the deep v and trail of light hair leading south from his navel. His foot got hooked in one leg and he almost tripped.

Scowling he discarded the offending clothing item, then slipped in-between his sheets and settled into bed.

Draco awoke the next morning to the sound of metal on metal as his mother strode around the room, flinging the heavy drapery open with a flick of her wand as she vanished the dirty clothes and glass by the fire with another shimmering wave.

"Mother?"

"Draco, it's well into the afternoon. Your father and I were concerned when your elf entered our chambers last night letting us know you had arrived at the manor, you have so rarely stayed here since I gifted you the Black townhouse."

"Yes, well mother I figured I should stop by and grab the last of my things before I head out on the latest wild goose chase the Dark Lord has assigned me."

he summoned a pair of trousers and a fresh pressed shirt and began to dress as his mother sat upon the chest at the end of his bed.

"Draco dear you smell like you bathed in scotch."

"Wait- what time did you say it was?"

The younger blonde jumped out of bed, his wand flying out of thin air and into his pocket as he grabbed a heavy set of robes, shoving his arm elbow deep into the pocket checking to see that the undetectable extension charms his tailor had placed on it was still in working order.

"Well after noon, almost dinner time dear son."

"SHIT! I have to leave, I should have been up hours ago, I passed out and forgot to set the alarm on my wand."

"Well it's no surprise you passed out what with the amount of liquor you've been getting yourself into as of late, but I must say you must have needed the rest."

He ignored her words, plastering himself with liquor was the only way he could coerce his self into sleep. "I need to be in the dining room in two minutes to assemble my team is what I need mother, and I've been sleeping fine."

"Don't you lie to me too!" Narcissa started as she stood up and strode towards her son.

He threw his arms up in frustration, growling as he ran around the room. Objects of all shapes and sizes, books and clothing flying out of drawers, doors, nooks and crannies and shooting into his pocket as he approached the bedroom door.

"I don't have time for this molly coddling mother, I'll see you at our weekly dinner tomorrow evening and you can blubber and go on then."

Grabbing the crystal door knob, he threw the door open and marched down the hall towards the main wing of the manor. Death eaters milled about glancing at the youngest Malfoys urgent stride. Some nodded at him while members of the inner circle that were loitering near the dining hall doors greeted him in earnest.

The double doors flew open and he approached the seat on the right near the head of the table while the loitering members filed their way in behind him. Once everyone was seated the Dark Lord appeared and they all rose again until he took his seat at the head of the table, Nagini slithering to sit at his feet. Draco glanced down the table to see that Blaise and Theo had made it on time despite looking hungover as fuck and that his aunt Bella was practically salivating over the Dark Lords entrance.

"My most loyal of followers, thank you for joining me here. As discussed last evening there will be a mission spear headed by Draco to one of the Orders remaining hideouts, Draco have you chosen your team?"

"Of course, my Lord, as we discussed last evening I want to take my usual core team."

He nodded towards the middle of the table where the group of younger death eaters sat. Theo, Blaise, Pansy, and Goyle looked towards him.

"I'll be taking Rodolphus, Crabbe Sr., Yaxley, and Aunt Bella as well at this time, if you so approve my Lord."

Bella clapped her hands together in delight as the others looked intrigued up at the head of the table.

"My Lord, I thought that I would be heading my own team?" Rodolphus started

"You will lead your own team when you can manage to keep your slaves from finding themselves untimely dead instead of in the proper rotation I have had Avery so thoroughly create." Was the answering hiss.

Rodolphus flew out of his chair and onto the floor twitching as he went as the Dark Lord waved his hand in dismissal. Rodolphus spit and sputtered, cries of anguish were heard from the mass of man on the floor.

"Now, I expect reports from the two other support team leaders, as well as yourself of course Draco."

"Yes, my Lord."

He dismissed them all. The inner circle rose as a whole as he left the room, snake slithering along obediently at his heels.

Draco turned on his heel and disappeared with a CRACK, 8 more cracks simultaneously following him.

When they arrived, everyone had donned their masks, as his feet touched the ground he scanned the crowd before him. Bella waved her wand in front of her.

"REVELIO!"

A blast hit a glowing barrier that now shimmered before them. Bella cackled.

"Ickle Order thinking they are so smart. DRACO!"

"Yes, Auntie dearest?"

"TAKE. IT. DOWN."

The tall blonde smirked, "With pleasure."

Yaxley chose that particular moment to cut in front of the duo.

"I do believe I should handle this, seein' as how I've been in the order since before Draco here was out of nappies."

Draco smirked and gave a bit of a chuckle.

"YOU DARE UNDERMINE YOUR SUPERIORS?! THE RIGHT-HAND MAN TO THE DARK LORD?!" Bella shrieked

"Now, now Auntie, let's see what the old dog wants. If he wants to run with the big boys he's more than welcome to try and take down these complex wards set by Dumbledore himself before his death...of course if you manage to fuck it up, I will have to punish you, a good crucio or four should kick some intelligence into you."

Yaxley gulped then straightened himself, the team of death eaters behind them with amused smiles hiding behind their masks.

"WELL?! YOU HEARD THE BOY!"

Draco held his hand out in front of him, an invitation for the older death eater to proceed

"Well, go on then."

"BOMBARDA MAXIMA!"

A large explosion shook the barrier and ground in front of them and nothing happened.

"CONFRINGO!"

Red light blasted from his wand and singed and sizzled the barrier but it didn't break.

"Right. Well, now that this dundering idiot has had a try, can we move on?" Theo questioned.

Blaise laughed behind him and Yaxley seethed with anger.

"Now, now, Yaxley no need to foam at the mouth like a mud-blood. It's not your fault your mother probably fucked a squib and got knocked up with a bastard like you." The blonde stated.

Yaxley lunged for him

"YOU DARE ATTACK LIKE SOME FILTHY FUCKING MUGGLE? CRUCIO! CRUCIO! CRUCIO!" Bella screeched.

Yaxley fell to the ground.

"Come now Bella, let's finish this and deal with that later."

Rodolphus carefully stepped over the man rolling around on the ground.

Draco cast a non-verbal shield penetration spell, reversal imperturbable charm, and one final juiced up bombarda maxima to blast through the minimal enchantments.

"Childs play." Draco grinned turning to the team behind him.

"Now, I trust the rest of you to realize that the Dark Lord named me his right-hand for a reason. I am in charge of tonight. Everyone remembers the briefing from the night before?"

There were nods of conformation and a few "Yes, sir's" mumbled from the crowd. Bella twirled her wand around in her hands and giggled hopping from foot to foot with anticipation as Blaise grabbed Pansy's hand in his. Yaxley found the strength to sit up and was heaving air as fast as he could, wincing with every breath.

"Yaxley get the fuck out of my sight, you're of no use to us now you fucking waste of space." Draco conceded flatly.

The man in question apparated away without uttering a single syllable.

"If anyone else doesn't think they can proceed with the mission without being a complete fuck up. Leave. Now. There will be no room for mistakes tonight or not only will you have to answer to me, but the Dark Lord as well. Is that understood?"

A few people nodded in answer.

"YES, SIR!" Theo screeched and gave a mock-salute.

Draco rolled his eyes at his friend and shot him with a non-verbal jinx.

"Ouch!"

Goyle nodded his head rapidly, readying himself to follow the blonde wizard.

"Let's get on with it." The blonde ordered while he floated away in a plume of dark smoke

"Whoa shit! Did you know he could do that? When did he learn to do that?!" Goyle turned to Blaise and Pansy.

They both shrugged and followed a wildly laughing Bella as the rest of the team moved into position.

Theo turned to Goyle as he was passing him "Greg, think about it. When was the last time you saw Draco use a wand? He's powerful as fuck now." He said as he patted the portly boy on the shoulder and approached the property.

Goyle shook his head and moved to follow behind Crabbe Sr. They took Shell Cottage by storm, blasting and cursing left, right, and center. Those stupid enough to not hide or apparate away as soon as the wards and anti-disapparition jinx was lifted by Draco's spells were quickly overcome by the hoard of death eaters. The older inner circle members took their time and tortured and reeked as much mayhem and pain as they could while the younger members composed of Draco's usual team simply avada'd and moved on not wasting any time on the nameless faces.

Draco made his way upstairs after Blaise and Pansy had worked together to make sure the basement was all clear and the others were still busy on the main floor, some taking their fights outside into the yard after walls had been blasted clean through.

After checking the first room at the top of the stairs and finding no one and nothing of interest he moved to the second one, opening it with an alohamora. After doing a quick routine sweep and scan of the room he turned to go back out the door when he did a double take, something had caught his eye.

Draco made his way over to a large trunk shoved haphazardly in the corner, half covered with fallen drapery and coated with a fine layer of dust, to the normal person it would have been simply overlooked, but to a trained eye, or an obsessed eye rather, he noticed instantly, the gold H.G embossed on the front, just slightly under the clasp.

He almost couldn't believe it, it must have been a trick of light, or a trap. But after doing a quick check there was no magic signatures in the room, let alone recently used ones. He slowly approached the trunk and wiped the dust off of the front. His thumb making its way slowly over to the clasp, thinking better he opened the truck with a flick of his wrist and the top flew open.

He peered inside and a small smile graced his lips, shaking his head. Of course, books, rolls of parchment, quills, and muggle cylinders full of ink 'pins' he believed they called them was all he could see, he rummaged through the trunk when the sleeve of his cloak got picked on something, reaching for the offending item his heart dropped into his stomach when his hand closed around an exquisite diamond bracelet.

Draco crouched back on his heels, bracelet in hand. A single tear rolled down his face as he closed his shaking fist tightly around the item.

"Mate, it's all clear. Roddy and Bella are just playing with that Finch-fuck they found under some floor boards downstairs."

When his friend made no move to get up or turn Theo approached him.

"Mate...? Draco."

Draco took a deep breath and shoved the bracelet in his robe pocket and turned to face his friend.

"The base is all clear?"

"Yep."

"All magical items were gathered up by Crabbe Sr. and Goyle?"

"In progress."

"Good let's get the fuck out of here and get this night over with."

The blonde rose and the trunk lid slammed shut behind him, the fallen curtain covering it. He strode past his friend, out into the hall and down the stairs. Theo took one inquisitive look around the room and followed Draco's lead.

"Come now Auntie, we'll bring this one back intact…" He side eyed the prisoner in question "Well mostly intact for the Dark Lord to question."

Bella cackled and came around to grab Rodolphus' shoulder. Justin Finch-Fletchley falling to the ground and gasping for air, blood was streaming down his face and out one ear, he had a swelled eye and crooked nose, still spasming from the aftermath of what Draco assumed was a few fun filled rounds of crucio.

"Let's get out of here. NOW!" he ordered

There were 9 simultaneous CRACKS